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Outward Bound, Buffy Style

Outward Bound, Buffy Style

Dear Kay, What a day. My sister Buffy is in residence these past two weeks, which means that I have been involved in banana bread baking and exercise classes and cottage tours and all manner of exhausting field trips including the extraordinary launching of the Shayne family in canoes down the Elk River. Never have I been on such a slow river. At one point I was certain we were going the wrong way. After hours of flapping my paddle, I stopped...

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What We Did On Our Summer Vacation

What We Did On Our Summer Vacation

Dear everybody, I don’t know whether Friday the 13th is an auspicious day to turn in a manuscript, but that’s what Kay and I did this afternoon. Gone gone gone! Whatever it is, it’s Over There now. High five! After clicking the Send button, I flopped down on the ground like Roger Federer winning Wimbledon, cried like a baby bluebird, and immediately went outside for the first time in two days. And as I wandered around the...

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“Is Ann in Distress?”

“Is Ann in Distress?”

Dear Ann, I had a fab time in Monteagle. You lucky duck, getting to spend time in an old-timey cottage community, Est. 1882. Monteagle out-Bloomsburies Bloomsbury. In Monteagle, the furniture has 12 coats of paint, and busted-out cane seats are cherished. (Friends Don’t Re-Cane Friends.) The slipcovers have slipcovers, and the porches are hung with Sunday painter paintings and signs that say things like “Come Sit on My...

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Parade: Spirit of America

Parade: Spirit of America

Dear Kay, Aw, it was a great Fourth of July parade. Finally able to post some hi-lites: Betsy Ross. Iguana traveling in woman’s lap. Nun riding beside large stuffed bear. Mama Pat’s Day Care. Where guardrails won’t hold ‘em back. Because we don’t use ‘em. Somebody left their jar of mayonnaise. I hate it when that happens. Can’t find my damn mayonnaise. Creepy clown on a tiny bike. And, of course,...

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Monteagle Postcard

Monteagle Postcard

Dear Kay, Never, in our forty-year correspondence (OK, so it’s not forty years, but maybe if FEELS that way?), have we gone so long without communicating. Should the demolition of your apartment be such a trial? Should my evacuation from Nashville with children, a mere summer vacation, cause such a rift? Apparently so. Imagine what would happen if, like, something actually significant ever happened to us. We must summon some Fortitude,...

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Hark y’all– It’s Ann!

Hark y’all– It’s Ann!

[Dear Readers, Ann has asked me to post the following on her behalf. I took the liberty of inserting some extra 'y'all's and 'yee-ha's to ensure that authentic Ann Flavor. (Just kidding!) Actually, I did take the liberty of inserting random pictures from my move, which have nothing whatsover to do with what Ann is talking about. I just thought we needed some pictures. Love, Kay] [Random Picture Number 1: "Moving Day."] Dear Kay, Sorry to...

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Blackout Gazette

Blackout Gazette

Dear Everybody, More FoneBloggin’ from our Grundy County correspondent Ann. Apparently Colinette Point 5 is just the thing for candlelight knitting: Here’s a close-up after the lights went on in Georgia. Tennessee. Whatever. The movers have requested that I unplug this thing. Happy...

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